Such a magnificent and beautiful picture scroll, but it makes people feel uncomfortable and fearful.
And this is just the "air conditioner" in the center of the hall.
In the hall, you can also see slaves in brown robes, frozen in all corners like specimens.
Some are kneeling on the ground and wiping the floor, while others are bowing deeply into the air.
A middle-aged female slave in her forties had three young female slaves in her teenage years in front of her. She was admonishing them something, and she seemed to be teaching something.
From the hall and then inward, there is a spacious corridor that can accommodate ten people walking side by side. Every distance between the two sides of the corridor is a set of embedded glass display cabinets on the left and right - that is indeed glass, and it is perfectly kept as flat as water with the marble walls outside.
The sealed glass display cabinet was filled with some kind of green liquid, soaking the most beautiful men and women of all ethnic groups, one left and one right, one man and one woman. There are old and young, and all ethnic groups have them.
In each group of display cabinets, there are a group of men and women of the same race, the same age, and even almost the same color and pupil color.
They were made into specimens long before petrochemicals came.
These marble walls are all reinforced alchemy slabs imported from Xingying. They are densely written with the words of Rest. They are dark gold etched words, and they are combined with the gray-black slabs to give a solemn feeling.
"What's written on it?"
Aivas whispered to Sherlock.
He did know some ancient Aries words, but he could probably understand some words. He put them together and could only recognize a rough idea - just like using a few Chinese characters in Japanese to analyze the rough meaning of this sentence.
In general, it is probably the same.
However, occasionally there will be examples of completely inconsistency or completely wrong cognition. Just in case, let Sherlock, a superman of the wisdom path, answer it.
“No nutrition.”
Sherlock just shook his head: "It's all some prayers... or witchcraft. It uses a lot of exaggerated words to write about the ancestors of the good lord of this city, their achievements, and the rest are praying for peace between him and his whole family, and to "let those who plan to hurt him die immediately," and "let the witchcraft that invaded this city go back to the spellcaster."
“…long-term media-free defense-type curse?”
Aivas wanted to laugh when he heard it.
Who did he think he was? Did the Bayards?
A long-term defensive curse is not impossible to be established. For example, the main business of the Bayard family, the anti-tomb robbery curse, is a typical long-term defensive curse.
No matter when or who it is, as long as they dig their family's grave without holding a token, move their family's grave, or take the things inside out, they will be cursed and chased and killed.
The Bayards learned this trick from rest in the past. But even they needed to rely on the tomb, coffin or burial objects themselves as the medium of cursing, so such a complex curse could be established.
The good Lord of Yanjiao City is at most the fourth energy level. It is impossible for a single person to release this purposeless defensive curse. This is purely psychological comfort.
"This should be the work of the troll."
Sherlock commented: "I heard that troll wizards in the southern continent like to do this - they take some potions every day to curse their enemies. For example, let the curse aimed at others, or let the person who speaks bad things have diarrhea..."
"Typical troll wizard style," Aivas nodded, "The most common one should be the love curse - to make the other party fall in love with him through curses. If the other party doesn't love him, he will feel a headache, weak, and bedridden. This is the method commonly used by trolls when courting... They will bribe the wizards of their tribe and ask them to curse him on their sweethearts."
"But……"
Lijiya was a little confused: "Will there be so many trolls in Rest?"
"How many trolls are there in Rest depends on how many trolls the goblins catch..."
Aivas said, looking at the frozen troll statue not far away: "He should have made these things."
He was wearing a grey hooded robe with a good texture, and his tall and strong body made the cloak unable to cover his calves. The ritual bag around his waist and the skeleton staff in his hand explained the identity of the magician wizard.
He was waiting in front of a gate. The innermost part of this straight corridor was obviously the Lord's bedroom or the living room.
The troll wizard obviously realized something and raised the staff in his hand high. The other hand grabbed the ritual bag at his waist. Among the unaware people, the strong troll wizard was probably the only strong man who realized something was wrong.
But he didn't have time to do anything, so he was turned into a stone statue.
By this distance, Evas felt a little bit of difficulty - when he walked forward, he was like a mortal walking towards the wind blowing towards him.
There are already some petrification marks on the edge of Lijiya's feathers.
A blue light curtain continued to appear in front of her and Sherlock, with blood vessel-like light patterns flashing by... It was a spell called "Spell Reverse Force Field", which was specially used to block rituals or curse when locking it to yourself.
It was already overwhelmed at this moment - if it weren't for the staff in Sherlock's hand that was really something, I'm afraid the defense performance brought by the spell had been completely broken.
"Venez."
Aivas whispered, "Be careful behind the door."
"Ah, I'm watching."
Vignes' hoarse and ethereal voice sounded softly: "Don't worry, master..."
After she gave the answer, Aivas pushed open the door.
——The whistling dim storm suddenly blows by this already stationary city!
A troll wizard with empty eyes and naked body was trying to open his arms in the center of the room with a "big" character - just from the tan skin, he could tell that he was indeed a wizard with a high enough status in the troll tribe, not a curse master.
The skin of his body was carved with a knife with a dense rune. At this moment, the runes were shining with dim yellow light, just like a candlelight leaking from a pumpkin lantern.
In the center of his chest, there was a golden bronze rectangle like a tablet, with blood written on it.
Eight thin golden chains spread out from the bronze medal and pierced into his collarbone, armpit, ribs, and lower abdomen. They were swaying with the strong wind, making a sound like a wind chime.
He was constantly chanting the same sentence in the troll language: "Praise the generous Adil, praise the kind Adil..."
And just then.
Three ritualists wearing golden patterns and white robes suddenly emerged from the corner of the room!
They have always been guarding here, but they have integrated themselves into the ceremony. As they left the ceremony, the frequency of petrified fluctuations suddenly dropped ten times, and Lijiya finally regained her vitality.
They held a strange long strand of balance—the front of a thick bronze stick with a balance, which looked like some kind of flail.
"——Blasphemer, don't even want to hinder Lord Adil's great cause!"
The leader shouted angrily, and countless gravels condensed out of thin air into a giant python and rushed towards Avas!
At the same time, four dimly yellow crystal spears slowly condensed beside the second ritual master - a ritual spell that made Aivas feel a little threat.
The third ritualist did not raise the long rod of the balance in his hand, but instead lowered a pocket watch with his left hand.
Behind the pocket watch was a dim yellow eye. Just looking at it, Lijiya felt her joints were slightly stiff and calcified.
The pocket watch opened and rotated itself like a yo-yo after stretching to its limit, and began to steal the time of everyone present.
Exquisite cooperation, rare ability.
“—But it’s useless.”
Vignes sarcastically.
The next moment, countless deep purple chains filled with fallen runes spread out, entangling the three of them!
Three black void spheres that were constantly shrinking inward like heartbeats appeared with the chains, brewing in their hands, and the accumulated power of the Taoist path collapsed instantly.
That is the power of the law that originally belonged to the Fallen Heavenly Secret, but is now mastered by Vines—
——【Sin plagued by sin】!
Chapter completed!